Focus! !
They are trained to go around shooting people;
And, they are ready to kill!
However, they will be judged one day.
Leaving home,
To another land;
Of a new culture and a new people to meet!
However, you hate me because of my colour.
Work and experience,
Of the sacrilege! !
The Price of freedom;
But these people are trained on how to kill others,
As they go around killing people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem